I sat cross-legged inside a crater filled with water, about ninety feet deep. But this wasn't calm water. It spun like a whirlpool, with a single vortex swirling right at the center.
The movement wasn't natural either. It was caused by a strange mixture of wind and space elements infused into the water. These forces kept the entire crater alive and churning, never letting the surface go still for even a second.
The real challenge, though, was down below, beneath the ninety-foot mark. The pressure there was brutal, far more intense than in normal water.
The space element compressed and expanded constantly, folding in on itself like the inside of a collapsing tunnel. Even with my adaptive body, I could feel the strain.
It had been five days since I'd encountered the invisible man, Dante. And since then, I'd gone deeper and deeper into the sealed zone Arkas had mentioned.
I came across some strange elemental regions along the way, each more bizarre than the last.
